Patter, pool and news.


1. The larches have turned gold after the frost. I like the pattering of their needles falling.

2. I haven't been swimming for nearly two years. I had forgotten the how much I enjoy feeling of lightness, and the warmth that infuses my muscles after a couple of lengths.

3. Hearing the voice of a friend who hasn't been in touch for a while. She is full of baby news, and invites me round for Christmas drinks.

Picture by Michael Grant

Comments

  1. The only larch I know about is the one Monty Python showed us on the tree slide show. Don't think they are over here. But from this side:
    4. Crunching through the dry leaves, and smelling the smoke of somebody burning them.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I think larches prefer cool, wet forests -- I'm sure I saw some in New England. They are conifers that shed their needles.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Comment Moderation is switched on: don't be alarmed if your comment doesn't appear right away.

Popular posts from this blog

Bee, green beans and movie night.

Midsummer, feeding and cakes.

As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.